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Aug 2014
Sleep is sometimes, just a way of escaping.
You don’t have to be constantly reminded of the things that went wrong.
You don’t have to think of all the memories
and the things you left unsaid.
Just for a little while,
you are unaware of all the things that make you sad.
You are in a state of calmness,
a place where you don’t worry about anything.
But, the second you wake up
everything is brought back to the sad reality.
You suddenly remember where you are
and all the things that have happened.
Jessica Kolb
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